(I MUST RUN) EPIPHANY

The spray off the wind whipped waves rakes across my face
I am jolted into a rude serendipity as my toes sink into cold, juicy sand…
a twenty five knot wind whistles through the cat tails
and blows my hair to one side
The sky is blowing gray steel, admonishing, challenging, impenetrable, oppressive
hiding the light behind it
hiding the light I crave
hiding the sun kissed love I need
making my toes colder
making the wind burn on my cheeks hotter
making my eyes water
(my heart older)

another spray off the wave and I recognize
that if I stand here any longer I will perish in this aloneness

So I must run
barefoot on this steel gray beach head
until I find a break in the sky
and the kiss that I want from the sun